I've just noticed that the last five articles I've written are actually all poems.
And while this is all well and good, I'm not a Dirty Johny... I should be writing articles now and again. Not that poems aren't good, but I should probably write something else for a while. Maybe I can save up some of my poems for a little while later.
Do you ever feel that you're in a state of mind that keeps you feeling like poetry for a while? That's where I'm at right now, I guess.
Today, I watched Voices of a Distant Star. Two young people are separated from each other, and as one remains youthful in space travel, the other stays on Earth and grows old. Both love each other, and the only way they communicate is through cellphone transmition. They send text messages, but because of the distance between them, it takes ever increasing amounts of time for the messages to get to one-another. It's beautiful and sad. One message the girl sends to the now young man is this:
"Happy 24th birthday, from your beloved 15 year old."
What distance can love truly go? Can it survive time and pain?
I think it can, but only if you will it.
Peace,
Beebes